John woke up to the sound of drums. Rubbing his eyes, he thought about what he had seen what seemed like an instant ago. Just as all the chaos was in it's prime, the Condesce had engulfed everyone in some kind of bubble. He could not believe how quickly everything died down after that. Some kind of wave was sent out after that, and soon everyone was falling asleep. That's when he blacked as well. His eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, John saw bars in front of him. He peered through, not knowing what to expect, and saw Aranea just waking up, looking almost as confused as John had.
"Where are we?" Karkat woke up to the sound of Egbert's voice. For once in his life, John was asking something that actually made sense. All Karkat knew was that the Condesce was going to die. She used some shitty magic to knock them out, and they were all gog knows where. You have a feeling it, for once, won't help to shout. Mostly because his throat felt like sandpaper. "I don't know, but we'd better get out soon, I'm dying of fucking thirst here."
"Shut up, Karkat, I think we'll know what happened soon enough. I hear footsteps." Dave, for once, was not being ironic. He was being sore. He had not gone through that insane game for that long to be stuck in a cell, lying on hay. But at least he had his hearing. There were some people coming to see them now, for sure, but whether that was good or bad he did not know. Seeing the light come out of that doorway was like seeing the sun come up in the arctic winter. His eyes felt like they would never adjust, seeing such a bright shade of fuchsia should have burned out his retinas. But sadly, he was still staring at the slim figure of none other than Her Imperious Condescension.
Authors Note: I understand that this is super short, but, this being my first fanfic, I wanted to see if this was any good before writing more. Please send any feed back to me and I will start typing up a few more chapters. ;D